the bridge from day to night
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The title poem in David Zieroth’s the bridge from day to night follows the speaker across the Second Narrows Bridge to North Vancouver, a well-worn moment in a daily commute that opens a window into the sublime: “from the apex / of the bridge with traffic flying / I look directly into / their deepest clefts.” Such moments occur throughout the collection, as Zieroth explores the resonance built from layers of such ordinary moments as they accumulate throughout a lifetime—indistinct and imperceptible as they occur, but creating unseen undercurrents through memory and time.
In this temporal landscape, the natural world becomes a touchstone, both entangled in and standing apart from the speaker’s internal narrative: “I brought from that forming hour a / precise smell of foliage: funeral wreaths / bore an acid scent.” Shifting fluidly through time, the speaker grows from a child to understand, reflect and then outlive his parents. Finally, the collection lights on the incongruities and contradictions in death: “still later I kick his flattened corpse / to the gutter, and it skids on concrete / a broken valise, weightless / on this segment of the journey.”
With his characteristic humour, subtlety and ability to find transcendence in the everyday, Zieroth traces the delicate strands connecting the most minute and familiar details to the most profound mysteries, giving voice to the unknowable.
Paul F. Clark
David Zieroth’s The Fly in Autumn (Harbour, 2009) won the Governor General’s Literary Award and was nominated for the Dorothy Livesay Poetry Prize and the Acorn-Plantos Award for People’s Poetry in 2010. Zieroth also won The Dorothy Livesay Poetry Award for How I Joined Humanity at Last (Harbour, 1998). Other publications include the trick of staying and leaving (Harbour, 2023), watching for life (McGill-Queen’s, 2022), the bridge from day to night (Harbour, 2018), Zoo and Crowbar (Guernica Editions, 2015), Albrecht Dürer and me (Harbour, 2014), The November Optimist (Gaspereau, 2013), The Village of Sliding Time (Harbour, 2006), The Education of Mr. Whippoorwill: A Country Boyhood (Macfarlane Walter & Ross, 2002) and Crows Do Not Have Retirement (Harbour, 2001). His poems have been included in the Best Canadian Poetry series, shortlisted for National Magazine and Relit Awards and featured on Vancouver buses three times as part of Poetry in Transit. He watches urban life from his third-floor balcony in North Vancouver, BC, where he runs The Alfred Gustav Press and produces handmade poetry chapbooks twice per year.
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the bridge from day to night - Paul F. Clark
1
North Van morning
the ships glide
slowly under a red
apparatus lifting containers
from rusty decks
above the water, each crane
a Trojan Horse
the SeaBus – the Otter? –
passes under its regard
its power
to raise the materials
we desire passed on
to the men and women
who cross below, reading
or gazing into thoughts
on a routine morning
a siren cleaves through
to the edge
of consciousness, a crow
calling from the conifers
the tallest branches of
alders click in a code
no one gets anymore
although squirrels
scrambling through the vines
stop and listen
zero energy after work
I kick off my shoes, drop
papers wanting my hand
under direct light, throw my coat
fix my path on evening’s couch: being
gravely horizontal, looking up
but glazed, watching
not the spider in the front door corner
but scenes repeating
words sudden and said
I drift and lift off and float down
my street, peer into windows still open
sun now beyond black mountains
no one drawing the drapes
still reliving the commute
arriving to grip amber glass
or finger white china, tap
on the chintz edge
when I roam too far, I cross above
the man who curls on the sidewalk
by the veggie restaurant, his head
a red toque, under piles of plaid blankets
yellow milk crate for his brown banana
air turning to steam above his face
a sunburnt whiteness, a witness
arresting above damp concrete
I dip down here
nudge his shoulder, touch his bearded cheek
tell him the angel of warmth
comes to bear him to a new hearth
to bathe him, feed him, but not
bind him to regular hours
not require of him to surrender his search
for butts and bottles nor even demand
he learn anew how to look
at our passing faces
maritime clouds
their steel bellies have brought
the warm air of the ocean
from some island we can smell
so that in the closed dark
of the night we push open
our windows and feel again
the elements of air and water
entering us, making us
ourselves under maritime
clouds, the rushing, pushing
mass that says no sun today
just that sweet moist air
and the calling of the crows
that have been greeting it
since light began, not long
ago, when we stood trembling
like good dogs at the start
of a hunt, we who are waiting
for a change, that turn of the
earth that is really a lurch
into pungent spring
coming on an offshore wind
to find us overdressed
in down, our throats white
from winter, our eyes
cold and inward
man at bus stop
…watches cars
wrinkled lanky folds
lean on advertising
for the uncommon convertible
his eyes narrow
he scuffs dirt
women rushed from